User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-3135907-20130212222408

The drums pounded once more, as Rakka Deathspear exited his tent and stood, decked out in savage finery, at a spot near the entrance to the mountain stronghold of Salamandastron. The tall, lean and sinewy Warlord called up with both paws cupped about his mouth to a hare standing on the crater rim high above, "You! Rabbit! Get your Badger King, I want a word with him!" The ferret smiled, then glanced back at the Horde of the Northlands behind him; wicked, savage beasts, and murderers to the last pawrat. A plan had formed in his fertile brain, a plan that could not easily be outwitted. Suddenly Viskar the fox rushed up to stand behind his Chieftain. "Lord Deathspear, Aaylag and meself `ave spotted beasts comin' along the fringe, tryin' to block us in. They aren't any vermin we've seen before, they must be another horde!"